I went for a walk along Morcambe promenade, the tide was far out to sea, leaving the small boats behind with an air of mystery.
They probably weren’t abandoned, imagination takes over.
The rust implies neglect, are they in use or just left?
I thought they made interesting images with character.
Hints of storms; old fishermen with rheumy eyes and brown faces, encrusted with deep cavernous wrinkles and a plethora of tales to share with bright eyed curious children.